Wednesday, 26 February 2014

There are times like today, and well my day off on a Monday too, where I wish I could pause time just for a bit. I never seem to get very far with my plans. Its like I sit down, look at the clock and before I know it, two or more hours have passed, so not fair.

Today I got in, made my lunch, put some washing on, washed up, having to the boil the kettle as we ran out of gas and new bottles are coming tomorrow. Why did I not order them on Monday, oh yeah I was on here updating and going through Push with a friend. Which I am happy to say that went well and I have a plan of action, thank you Darcy. And even though we were nervous of doing a video chat via Facebook, it was really good. Two hours we chatted like that, awesome or what.

Back on topic and not wanting to bore you, but I already have one hour before the school run time. What do I have time to do, not much, but I will take a look at what I can work on tomorrow and at the weekend.

I think I will be using my speech program to read the novel back to me, don't want any more wrong words.

My other plan is to find out what a street team is, and what they do, and if I have to pay for one. If you know, and would like to let me know, great, or you are one, and looking to add a Romance Author or YA, New Adult and Adult novels, let me know would love to chat about my options. Sarah.

Thursday, 13 February 2014

I have not managed much writing today, actually none unless you count updating my blog. I blame the headache I have.

I have had it all day today and I should not really complain as its the first one I have had this year. Typical though that my partner has gone back to work today and I have the house to myself until the school run and then I have the kids home.

Tonight there will be no time, as I am out to Zumba, trying to get fit, trying being the word. The diet really needs to start soon and I need to stick to it.

Sunday, 9 February 2014

Which novel to work on after book 2 of Dream World, Yes there is a book 3, but I wanted to get another different one out there. So which one.

A single stand alone book, or another series, or should I simply do the single book and then the series. I would love them all to be released at some point, but what in order, does it matter?

Here is a little of Push, it is very rough, needs editing, but what do you guys think. Please comment. I need feedback. Also debating making it first person. I would love to hear what you think. Should I keep her the age she is, or older? I also am aware it needs more description, I will be working on that. I want to know, would you want to read more?

Prologue (I, S.J Hitchock own copyright to the chapter below and it may not be copied. I would be grateful for you keeping my hard work safe. If you would like to read more, the next three chapters can be found on wattpad.com. - http://www.wattpad.com/1425177-push-chapter-1)

Brianna Evans lay half asleep on her bed watching a movie,
as a niggling pain hit her. Pulling the
duvet up around her body she fought against the pain, muffling the sound as she
buried her head in her pillow. It was
the same every month, but this pain was different, intense. Since she was a few weeks late, she put it
down to that. Curling up into a ball she
held the pillow against her stomach as she rocked silently. The pain subsided
as the relief washed over her.

Brianna, Anna to her friends, began to relax. Until half an
hour later the pain returned and left her breathless. She managed to relax once
again as another set of pain hit her, tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted
to call her mother, but she could not. Her mother was a proud woman and any
sign of weakness was not acceptable. She was a young woman and these pains were
part of it and she had been told to deal with it like a woman would. She had no
choice to ride them out, they would end soon, she hoped. Fresh tears fell down
her now red cheeks, she was not being strong. Right now Brianna did not care as
another pain made her double up.

She held the pillow tighter over her stomach as the pain
eased away. The clock on the bedside table ticked away silently as each pain
came and went. To her it felt as a few hours had passed, but in reality only a one
hour had passed. The sound of the door opening did not arouse her. Her mother
entered her room to find her curled up in the foetal position and hot salty
tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mother, Trudy sat down beside her as
another pain rocked through her body. The tears fell freely as her mother tried
hard to comfort her, neither aware of what was happening to her.

As another pain crippled her, Trudy realised her daughters
pains were more serious and helped her daughter into the family car. She then
drove her to the hospital.

Trudy helped her daughter out of the car and into the E.R as
another pain crippled her daughter. This one caused her to cry out. Just as she
screamed, a gush of water fell to the floor between her legs.

"I am sorry," Brianna cried.

Looking at the floor the nurse nodded.

"It's okay, we can take care of that," she
nodded. "It looks as if your water
broke that's all. We need to get you to the maternity ward, now."

"Her what!" Trudy said as she let go of her
daughters arm.

The woman ignored the question. "Okay, lay down sweet heart and let me
check how far dilated you are."

"Brianna's pregnant?"

"Not for much longer, she's already nine centimetres.
We really need to get you upstairs," the Nurse stated.

"She can't be. She's only sixteen, Brianna can't be a
mother."

"A little too late for that now," the Nurse began
as a porter rushed to the aid of the Nurse and together they took Brianna and
the bed to the Maternity ward.

"This can't be happening, Brianna why did..."

"I'm not having a baby," she screamed as another
pain ripped through her body.

"Its okay Brianna, we are here to help you deliver this
baby. When we say push you need to push down as hard as you can and we can get
this baby delivered."

Her mother stood by the side the bed, then backed away.

"Where are you going, Mum!"

"You did this, I can't be here. Your father will be
angry you know that. He won't stand for this. You made this baby, you will have
to do this, I have to go," she said as she made her way out of the room.

The sound of Brianna calling for her mother echoed around
the room as another contraction ripped through her body once again.

Moments later Brianna was helped onto the bed in the
delivery room. The midwife smiled at her
as she instructed her on what had to be done.

"Push."

"I am pushing," Brianna stated through gritted
teeth.

"One more push, you're nearly there," the midwife
coaxed.

Bearing down she pushed with every last ounce of energy she
possessed. Her finger nails dug into
the palms of her hand. Sweat tricked
down her brow, red faced Brianna concentrated on the job in hand. Not having time to contemplate on what was
happening to her.

Hearing only the voice of the woman giving her
encouragement. She wished her mother had
stayed by her side, but she had no time to dwell on the matter as she pushed as
hard as she could. Feeling the sensation
of burning, it passed as she was informed she delivered the baby's head. Taking a deep breath, she listened to the
soft voice of the midwife.

"Okay, now on the next contraction one last big push
and this baby will be born."

Brianna nodded, as the pain intensified, and gave one final
push as she felt the baby leave her body.

The next sound she heard belonged to her daughter. The baby had a pair of lungs on her and the
sound filled the delivery suite. Brianna
looked down at her baby barely seconds old and cried.

The midwife lifted the baby up to lay on her chest, Brianna
shook her head.

Thursday, 6 February 2014

A few days ago I promised I would return, well here I am, some of my post won't be long, but I will be here.

I have heard good news today that my book will now be available in print, anyone excited about this, I know I am. Cannot wait to see it in print. Hold it in my hands, I will post a pic of the new one when I receive it. For now here is me with the old one. I am not a fan of my picture being taken, but here it is anyway.

I knows its not a great picture, I hate having it done, but here I am holding the original book that was created with my first publisher. Now I have a UK based one and well as soon as I have my hands on it, I will upload it. Hopefully looking a tad thinner, well one can wish....hee hee

Here is the new cover design:

created and updated by Karabeth publishing, original image by Sharon Brock.

Blurb

I spot my mother's car approaching me. I see her wave, and smile as our eyes lock. Then as if slow motion, the most horrific scene plays out before my eyes. The van switches lanes once again right into my mother's path. The look on her face as she steps on the brakes shows she has realised it's too late, the car ploughs into the van at such speed she has no time to react. I watch in horror as my mother flies forward. I close my eyes and crumble to the floor, shielding my vision, not wanting to see the scene continue to play out. Hearing metal on metal as screams fill the air it's then I realise it's me who is screaming.

My name is Debbie Conway, I am thirteen years old and from the day I witnessed my mother's death I could think of little else. To ease my pain, I spent more time in my dream world, in the arms of Joshua Lawson, the guy from the poster above my bed, and starring in my favorite T.V show, Victor.

Meet my best friend Wendy, former best friend and school bully Karen and a boy who will confuse my love for Joshua Lawson, Mark Hobson. He's a new student from America, whose accent alone sends shivers up and down my spine.

Sunday, 2 February 2014

I will try to update here more often. Now that I have my second blog, website, I have been busy. I will keep this one to feature more adult themed authors, and my book reviews.

I am currently reading a series of four books, by Ryn Shell. Her series of Billabong series. I am on book two and will post a review as soon as I am done.

As well as reading, updating my social networks I am also editing book 2.

Book 1, could do with some love too, so feel free to grab a copy.

Blurb
I spot my mother's car approaching me. I see her wave, and smile as our eyes lock. Then as if slow motion, the most horrific scene plays out before my eyes. The van switches lanes once again right into my mother's path. The look on her face as she steps on the brakes shows she has realised it's too late, the car ploughs into the van at such speed she has no time to react. I watch in horror as my mother flies forward. I close my eyes and crumble to the floor, shielding my vision, not wanting to see the scene continue to play out. Hearing metal on metal as screams fill the air it's then i realise it's me who is screaming.

My name is Debbie Conway, I am thirteen years old and from the day I witnessed my mother's death I could think of little else. To ease my pain, I spent more time in my dream world, in the arms of Joshua Lawson, the guy from the poster above my bed, and starring in my favorite T.V show, Victor.

Meet my best friend Wendy, former best friend and school bully Karen and a boy who will confuse my love for Joshua Lawson, Mark Hobson. He's a new student from America, whose accent alone sends shivers up and down my spine.

About Me

My name is Sarah, I am 36, a mother of four, and my dream for years has to be publishing one of my books. As all I have wanted is to share my books with others.

My partner has been a rock, cooking meals when I have been busy writing. Time moves so fast when I sit and write. I also work part-time as a pre-school teacher, so my time is split between, family, work, and writing.